There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

I lazily hugged the pillow and nestled in the arms of Mr. Model, yawning and watching the movie.

Mr. Model is helping me massage my cervical spine.

Because I always look down at documents, my cervical spine is aging very quickly and I often suffer from pain. In order to maintain the image of the president, I am reluctant to go to massage parlors and other places.If you want to ask a masseur to come to your home, you may feel a little worried.

Mr. Model solved this problem. He would massage my cervical spine every day, being gentle and considerate like a British gentleman, which is why I like him the most.

"What did you eat outside today?" Mr. Model seemed to have finished his massage work, hugged me in a good mood, resting his chin on my shoulder.

Mr. Model likes to ask about me, such as my daily schedule, what I eat every day and other trivial questions. In addition, sometimes he also wants to arrange my life, such as matching my clothes.Strange as it may be, I attribute this behavior to his conscientiousness to his benefactor, and his meddling behavior is not objectionable, so I'll just treat him as pampering.

In addition to being rich, a good donor should also have a proper atmosphere.

"Drink porridge in the morning, eat in the company cafeteria at noon, and have some with business partners in the evening." I answered casually.

Mr. Model came over, kissed me, and asked, "Did you drink tonight?"

"Drink a little." I replied.

It is said that my wine taste is not very good, so I have been drinking with appropriate restraint.

The model man asked a lot of trivial questions while doing his hands and feet.

Busy with work during the day, he is still so enthusiastic and responsible at night. His physical strength is indeed very good, and his work attitude is also very good.

Thinking of this, I watched the heroine of the movie improve her brain utilization rate due to an accident, gain a lot of theoretical knowledge and the ability to control others, and my eyes brightened.

"Li..." I wanted to call him. In fact, my excellent memory can only be used in mathematics and business. I have always been troubled by remembering names.

"Li Shaonian." The model Mr. No.30 reminded me six times, and bit my ear by the way, probably a little dissatisfied.

"Oh... Li Shaonian." I repeated it silently, thinking about what to remember next time.

I reached out and pressed his mouth, and pointed to the big screen with the other hand and asked, "Do you want to be like this?"

Mr. Model licked my palm, which made me itchy.

I immediately withdraw my hand.

"I don't want to." Mr. Model looked straight at me, his eyes full of desire.

He kissed me again, this time much stronger, with one hand on my head, tickled me again, and stuck his tongue in when I opened my mouth.

I can't do anything with Mr. Model who is in heat everywhere.

But I am a firm-willed person. Even though I finally leaned into his arms a little out of breath, I still had some thoughts in my heart, and I still asked: "Why don't you want to? Then what kind of person do you want to be? Or, what do you want? ?”

I want to test whether he has ambitions.

There was a glint of darkness in Mr. Model's eyes, I was startled, there was no reaction on the surface, and I yelled crazily in my heart: Absolutely!have!ambition!

My heart was beating wildly.

Then I heard Mr. Model's magnetic voice.

He said, "I want to have sex with you."

……

This must be a lie, a lie used to perfuse me.

When I was carried to bed in a daze, I still believed so.

Li... Well, Mr. Model is an ambitious man.

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